Echoes of Geiranger
Perched above the ancient waters of Geiranger Fjord, I sat wrapped in quiet. The clouds hung low like a veil, the turquoise fjord below moved with memory. In this stillness, I felt something eternal — as if my ancestors had stood here too, listening to the same silence. A place not just seen, but felt.
Perched above the ancient waters of Geiranger Fjord, I sat wrapped in quiet. The clouds hung low like a veil, the turquoise fjord below moved with memory. In this stillness, I felt something eternal — as if my ancestors had stood here too, listening to the same silence. A place not just seen, but felt.
Perched above the ancient waters of Geiranger Fjord, I sat wrapped in quiet. The clouds hung low like a veil, the turquoise fjord below moved with memory. In this stillness, I felt something eternal — as if my ancestors had stood here too, listening to the same silence. A place not just seen, but felt.